Posted on 7/27/2015 5:00 AM By Chris Reynolds
When interviewed in 1996 about the building of Hughes Stadium on Bureau of Reclamation land near Horsetooth Reservoir, changing the then 30-year plan to build it just south of Moby Arena, former Colorado State University president William Morgan said
, "A football stadium is only used six times a year, and that was just a waste of space on the growing campus."
This argument — and it is a very valid point — supports the vehement opposition to spending huge amounts of money for an on-campus stadium
. However, this would also be a counterpoint for those worried about crowds and parking: It’s only six days a year. That leaves 359 days to thoroughly enjoy the Choice City.
To add to the controversy, there is now talk of the university selling the stadium’s naming rights to a corporate sponsor. I am a little afraid to even use the “c” word in this choicest of all cities. It is a bad word around here, and the irony is not lost that the city known co-ops and hyper-local would have a corporate sponsor for the home of its treasured Rammies. I, for one, am excited about the stadium (an alumnus that lives about five miles from campus) and am excited to visit campus for games. They may have to win me over, though, on this sponsor-named stadium idea. There may be some options that I, as a long-time resident of Fort Collins, could get behind or at least tolerate. So I have devised a few sponsors and naming suggestions to help out my alma mater:
Posted on 4/17/2015 10:31 AM By Nathan Hrouda
In 1996, I was obsessed with the Seattle Mariners. Ken Griffey, Jr. crushed 49 home runs that season, and 20-year-old Alex Rodriguez hit .358 to win the AL batting crown. But it was 12-year-old Jeffrey Maier who really shocked the baseball world that year.
In the ALCS, the hated Yankees were playing the Baltimore Orioles. This was before the resurgence of the Yankees had been established. Derek Jeter was only 22, and this series was promising to be a good one. Down one run late, Jeter came to the plate and drove one deep to opposite field, and...well, I’ll let Bob Costas tell you what happened:
Jeffrey Maier. 12-year-old Jeffrey Maier. He completely turned the game around and, ultimately, the series. The Yankees went on to win their first World Series in nearly 20 years, but the reach-over by Maier still haunts Orioles fans. The Yankees rewarded him with seats behind home plate.
Posted on 10/15/2014 7:34 AM By Trevor Sides
I did not expect this. But I will take it.
My Dallas Cowboys are 5-1. When I started my boycott of the NFL after Week 1, they were 0-1. Now, five weeks into my boycott, the Cowboys are 5-1. Five weeks of boycotting, five Cowboys’ wins. Coincidence?
I think not!
Naturally, lots of people are asking me if I’m mad that I can’t watch the Cowboys’ success because of my boycott. But they don’t get it. The Cowboys are winning because of my boycott.
Yes, I believe that God is honoring my boycott by blessing the Cowboys with this impressive five-game winning streak, including Sunday’s win over the defending Super Bowl champion Seattle Seahawks. In Seattle.
Obviously, I’m kidding. Maybe. I wish I could say that I’m totally, 100 percent kidding, but that wouldn’t be true. I actually sorta kinda believe that the Cowboys are 5-0 in their last five games because I decided to boycott the NFL.
Posted on 9/26/2014 8:22 AM By Mitch Majeski
Derek Jeter is not the Messiah. I don’t think that. In fact, as a Twin fan, at times, I’ve been fully convinced that Jeter has masqueraded as an angel of light. So last night’s drama was no transfiguration of a unique baseball god.
Actually, it was the kind of moment that makes the Yankees the Yankees. After Jeter’s walk off single, Michael Kay (YES play-by-play announcer) said it best: “Did you have any doubt?” From Gehrig’s “luckiest man in the world
" speech to Don Larsen’s perfect World Series game
to the 2001 World Series
, high drama is woven into the mystique (love it or hate it) of the Pinstripes
But I cannot help myself, even as a Twins fan. I feel something profound and maybe eternal every time I watch Jeter’s hit. I have spent the morning thanking God for it and how it has freshly stirred me to hope.
Posted on 9/19/2014 8:37 AM By Trevor Sides
As you may know, I am boycotting the NFL.
This was not an easy decision to make. But as the story has developed, I am becoming more comfortable with this decision.
That doesn’t mean that it’s been easy to bury my head in the non-NFL sand. It was harder than I thought it would be to keep my mind off the games this past Sunday. I lost count of how many times I almost checked the SportsCenter app on my phone. My wife and I ate lunch at her mom’s house that day, and of course she has DirecTV (we’ve been TV-programming-free since LOST went off the air). There’s a universal rule that if it’s Sunday, men have to watch TV. So, instead of watching the afternoon NFL games — instead of watching the Cowboys win, of all things — I watched a little bit of Rory McIlroy giving away the lead at the Tour Championship. It was thrilling stuff.
By late afternoon I realized how much watching the NFL meant to me and how weird it was to be purposefully excluding myself from it.
That night, I played an indoor soccer game with some neighbors and folks from our small group. (Yes, I play soccer and am currently boycotting the NFL. Sue me.) My neighbor is a Chiefs fan, so he had plenty of venting to do. I heard other tidbits about some of the other games, and then the fiancee of one of our players heard that I was boycotting the league, so that conversation lasted a good five minutes.